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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.