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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.