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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.