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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.