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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Scion,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.