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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Index,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.