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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.