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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.