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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.