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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.