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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.