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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.