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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Index,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.