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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.