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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.