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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.