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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.