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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.