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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.