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 Singapore and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.