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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.