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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.