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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.