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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Q65,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.