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 Armenia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.