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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Unwound,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.