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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.