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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.