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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.