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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.