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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.