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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Deakin,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Television,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.