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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.