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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.