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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.