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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.