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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.