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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.