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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Shoche,
Television,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.