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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Wake,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Can,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.