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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.