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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.