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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.