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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.