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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.