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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.