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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.