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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.