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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Victims,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
New Order,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.