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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.