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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.