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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.