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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.