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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.