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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.