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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.