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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.