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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.