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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.