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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.