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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.