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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
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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.