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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.