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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.