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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.