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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.