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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.