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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.