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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.