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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.