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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.