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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Organ,
This Heat,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.