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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
DNA,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.