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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.