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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.