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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
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.