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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.