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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.