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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.