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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.