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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.