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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dawn Penn to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.