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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.