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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.