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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.