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 China and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
ABC,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.