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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.