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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Martian to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.