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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.