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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra 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 techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
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.