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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.