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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.