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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.