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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
UT,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.