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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.