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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.