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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.