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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.