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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.