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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.