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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.