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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Scion,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.