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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.