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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.