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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.