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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.