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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Unwound,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.