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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.