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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Can,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.