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 Cuba and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.