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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
UT,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.