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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.