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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.