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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.