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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.