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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.