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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Q65,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.