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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.