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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.