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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Magma,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.