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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.