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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
MC5,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.