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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.