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 Somalia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.