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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.