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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.