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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.