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 East Timor 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.