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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
The Residents,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.