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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.