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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the funk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.