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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.