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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
UT,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.