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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.