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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.