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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.