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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.