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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.