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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.