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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.