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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.