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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.