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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.