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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.