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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.