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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Index,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.