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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.