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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.