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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.