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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.