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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Television,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.