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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
PIL,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.