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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.