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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Can,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.