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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.