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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.