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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.