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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.