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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.