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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Magma,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
David Bowie,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.