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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.