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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.