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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.