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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.