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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.