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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Star Department,
CMW,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.