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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.