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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.