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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
World's Most,
UT,
Whodini,
Index,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.