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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.