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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.