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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.