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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Hardrive 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.