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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Monks,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.