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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.