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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.