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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Niagra,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.