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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.