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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.