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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.