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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
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.