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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.