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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.