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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.