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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lyres 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.