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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Index,
E-Dancer,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.