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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.