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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.