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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Pole,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.