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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.