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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.