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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.