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 Burundi and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.