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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.