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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.