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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
10cc,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.