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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.