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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.