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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.