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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
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 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.