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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.