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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.