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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.