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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.