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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
UT,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.