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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.