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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.