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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.