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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.