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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.