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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
New Order,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.