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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.