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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.