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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Television,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.