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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.