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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.