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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.