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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Interpol,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.