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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crime,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.