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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.