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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.