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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.