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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.