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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.