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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.