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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.