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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.