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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.