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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.