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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.