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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
June Days,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.