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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.