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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Swans,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.