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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.