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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.