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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.