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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.