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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.