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 Uzbekistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.