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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.