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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.