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 India and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Index,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
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.