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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Slave,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
L. Decosne,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.