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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
DNA,
cv313,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.