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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Scion,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.