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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.