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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
JFA,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.