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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.