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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.