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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.