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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.