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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Wire,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.