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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.