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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.