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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.