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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.