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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.