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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.