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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.