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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.