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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nas to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.