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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
CMW,
Visage,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.