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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.