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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.