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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.