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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.