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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.