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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.