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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.