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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-101 to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.