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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.