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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Japan,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
MDC,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.