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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.