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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.