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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.