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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.