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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.