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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.