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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.