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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.