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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Smog,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.