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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.