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 London.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.