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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.