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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Television,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.