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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.