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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.