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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.