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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.