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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.