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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.