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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
CMW,
Jandek,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.