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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.