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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.