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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.