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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Faust,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.