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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.