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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.