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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.