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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.