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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.