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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.