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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.