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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.