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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.