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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.