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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.