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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.