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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.