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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.