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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.