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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Scion,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.