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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.