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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.