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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.