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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Flipper,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.