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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.