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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.