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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.