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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Gong,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.