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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.