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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.