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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.