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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.