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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Television,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.