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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
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.