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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
UT,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.