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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Wings,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.