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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Brick,
the Slits,
10cc,
Model 500,
Scion,
Nico,
Josef K,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.