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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.