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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.