Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.