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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Urselle,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.