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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Index,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Oneida,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.