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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.