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 Lithuania 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.