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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.