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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.