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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.