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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.