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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.