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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.