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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.