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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Move,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.