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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.