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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.