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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.