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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.