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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.