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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.