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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.