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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.