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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
UT,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.