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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.