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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.