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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.