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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.