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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.