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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
UT,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.