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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.