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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.