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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.