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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.