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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.