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 Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.