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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.