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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.