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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.