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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.