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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Fall,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.