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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.