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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.