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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.