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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.