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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.