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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.