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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.