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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.