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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.