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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.