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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.