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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.