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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish 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?
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.