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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.