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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.