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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.