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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
UT,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.