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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.