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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
cv313,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.