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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.