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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.