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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slackers to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.