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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.