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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.