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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.