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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.