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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.