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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Josef K,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.