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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.