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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.