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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Flipper,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.