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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.