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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.