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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.