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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.