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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.