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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.