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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Crime,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.