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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.