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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.