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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.