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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.