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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Mars 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Japan,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.