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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Index,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Television,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.