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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.