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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.