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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.