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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.