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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.