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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.