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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.