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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.