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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.