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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.