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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.