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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.