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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.