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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.