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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.