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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.