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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.