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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.