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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.