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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.