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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.