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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Television,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.