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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.