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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.