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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.