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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.