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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.