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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.