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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.