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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.