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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.