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 Bremen.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.