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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Pole,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.