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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Little Man,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.