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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.