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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 June Days to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Names,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.