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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.