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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
ABBA,
MC5,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.