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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.