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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.