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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.