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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.