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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
MDC,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.