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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.