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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.