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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
JFA,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Can,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.