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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
cv313,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.