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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.