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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.