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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.