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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
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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.