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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.