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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
UT,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.