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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.