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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.