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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.