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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.