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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.