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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.