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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.