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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.