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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.