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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.