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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.