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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.