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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Fear,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.