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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.