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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.