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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.