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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.