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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.