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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.