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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.