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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Crime,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.