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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Wings,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
CMW,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.