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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.