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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.