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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.