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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.