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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.