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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Doors 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.