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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.