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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
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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.