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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.