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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Can,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.