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 Guyana and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.