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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Index,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.