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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.