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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.