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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.