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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.