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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.