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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.