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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
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.