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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.