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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.