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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.