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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.